I heard your mun likes you better as a girl. You're a girl for another week! ~ M!A.
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I heard your mun likes you better as a girl. You're a girl for another week! ~ M!A.
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you're a girl for a week, get out dem cha chas. yacht them bad boys.
…Really? Really?
Send me a âś§ and I'll introduce you to one of all the muses I ever had.
` —— i'm sorry i let you down; skye & irene.
    He stood in front of the mirror with a comb in hand, examining his wild hair that had hardly been brushed over the course of the last few years--he could never be bothered, and the birds nest of hair reflected his inner insanity perfectly. Today was different, though; today he was planning to make up for the emotional pain he'd inflicted on someone he so deeply cherished. It was new to him, having someone mean more to him than just a meal or an incessant source of unwanted noise, so he'd never realised how much of an impact it'd make when he pushed her away. Oh, but the reality hit him like a tonne of bricks and it left him feeling incredibly shitty for days, but he felt like he knew Irene well enough to know she'd need space lest he risk being set ablaze. He took a deep breath, swallowed the anxiety and began to comb through his hair, hitting tugs that could've been there for weeks.Â
    By the time he'd parted his hair to the desired side and styled it just so, with the addition of some hair gel just to keep himself looking polished, he almost couldn't recognise himself. He pulled his tie to a suitable tightness and looked himself over for a moment, it had been years since he'd seen himself looking so... human. He didn't know what to make of it and as such, he wasn't sure what Irene would make of it either. With a sigh, he turned towards the Shiba Inu puppy who sat watching him, flattening the creases of his shirt as he cocked his head to the side. "What do you think, girl? Does Daddy look presentable?" He managed a faint chuckle through a wince of pain, the puppy's yipping causing a sharp sensation in his sensitive ears, though he was learning to deal with it.Â
    Skye made his way to the living room with the unnamed puppy in tow, fetching the tray of folded wishing stars he'd made as a present for Irene--they were varying shades of pink, all matching to the colours of her hair and nails, and he'd specifically purchased a star shaped jar to load them into, putting them in layers from the darkest to the lightest. He found himself sticking his tongue out in concentration, pushing the smaller stars into the corners of the odd, star-shaped jar, finding it difficult to get them to lay flat otherwise. As his frustration began to rise and he began to regret choosing the obscure shaped vessel, he suddenly realised it was finished, so he carefully pushed in the cork and tied a pink ribbon into a bow around the neck--granted, it was the most crooked, lopsided, sad looking bow he'd ever seen, but it was still a bow.Â
                            X X X X
    It wasn't long before Skye had reached Irene's front door with his dog's leash in hand. They'd been standing there for a moment, him debating whether he should knock on the door or not, and the pup had curled up at his feet and fallen asleep by then. He began to shift the jar of gradient coloured stars between both hands, palms surprisingly growing a little clammy through a feeling of nervousness that he couldn't pinpoint (it wasn't something he usually felt, that's why). He knew she was home, or at least, someone was, he could hear a faint heartbeat and a quiet conversation--maybe it was the television? He didn't know, but he was doing whatever he could to avoid knocking on the door, not sure if she'd want to see him.Â
    He turned to walk away but then he stopped in his tracks, the puppy letting out an irritable half-whine, half-growl sound as he thought to himself that he truly owed Irene this apology. She'd given him something a lot of other people could not; a friend, a place to go and know he was wanted and not feared, or seen as the monster he really was. He didn't know it, but she was returning humanity to him, a feat all of its own and though he didn't realise it yet, that was what drove him to step back to the door, lift a shaking hand and rap gently on the hard wood with his knuckles. All he could do now was wait, see if she answered the door and try do form a coherent apology in his head prior to being face to face with her.Â

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♚ Confess: Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours
But I already do that.Â
M!As
Gender Bender: Muse is the opposite gender for ___.
Baby: Muse is pregnant and due in ____. (Father specified by anon)
Sight: Muse is blind for ___
Hearing: Muse is deaf for ___
Ariel: Muse doesn't have a tongue for ___
Memory: Muse cannot remember anything for ___
Injury: Muse will be injured somehow (anon decides severity and injury) for ____
Fear: Muse will be terrified by something or someone (anon specifies who) for ___
Gemini: Muse will split into two different versions of themselves for ___
Basket: Muse finds a baby in a basket and has to take care of it for ___
Love: Muse will be in love with (Anon decides) for 2 days
Cloak: Muse will be Invisible if wearing a special Clothing (Anon decides) for 3 Hours
Cough: Muse will be ill for 14 Hours
Remember: Muse will suffer Memory Loss for 4 Days
Gas: Muse will have hallucinogenic imaginary sights for one day.
Beer: Muse will talk like a Drunk and hit on everybody, lasts 3 Hours
Host: Muse will be a Gentleman/Lady for 34 Hours
Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours
Feels: Muse will be obsessed with an event or something that will cause them to express related emotions (Anon decides)
Phobia: Muse is terribly afraid of something or someone (Anon specifies)
Lurk: Muse will follow ______(Anon can specify who or what)
Answer: Muse will have to answer anything that is asked of him/her truthfully, lasts 4 hours
Noise: Muse will say everything they think, lasts for a day
Sick: Muse will be sick with a unique flu for (Anon decides. Anon may also specify flu symptoms, they can even be really odd, different from Cough curse.)
Injury: Muse is injured for (anon decides. Anon also decides how they've hurt themselves)
Command: Muse has to take commands by the next _______ people in their ask (Anon specifies)
Obsession: Muse will be obsessed with ______ (Anon specifies) for the next 12 hours.
Reverse: Muse's personality will be extremely opposite for (Anon decides)
Extremist: Muse becomes an extremist for (Anon specifies and decides for how long)
Class: Muse will believe they are a high-class prostitute for (Anon decides)
Switch: Muse has to switch bodies with (Anon decides, but muns have to agree) for (Anon decides how long)
Power: Muse gains _______ (Anon specifies) as a power for 17 hours
Confess: Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours
Enemy: Muse takes the appearance of someone they hate for 16 hours
Slave: Muse becomes a maid or butler to _______ (Anon decides) for 24 hours
Dream: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours
Impression: Muse thinks they are a ______ (Anon pick an animal) for 15 hours
Gone: Muse loses _____ (Mun decides something or someone important) for 16 hours
Kiss: Muse wants to kiss everyone in their inbox for the next hour
Stalk: Muse thinks they are being stalked for (Anon decides)
Nightmare: Muse is plagued with horrific images and scenes both in sleeping and in waking for 3 days
Paranoia: Muse becomes extremely paranoid about (Anon specifies what and for how long)
Infatuation: Muse becomes /madly/ in love with the next person they see on their dashboard for 4 days
Hallucination: Muse sees things for (Anon decides)
Alarm: Muse keeps hearing an alarm go off but cannot figure out where for the next 18 hours
AU: Muse is stuck in an Alternate Universe with little recollection of their own universe for a whole week
Craving: Muse will have an unusual craving for (Anon specifies) for 9 hours
Mother: Muse suspects everyone has insulted their mother for 4 hours
Thin Ice: Muse strays onto thin ice and falls through unless saved. (Mun chooses whether they live or die)
High Tide: Muse is trapped in a cave with water that will fill it in 4 hours.
Pins and Needles: Muse feel as if someone is sticking needles in them for 2 hours.
Crawling Bugs: Muse becomes paranoid of bugs crawling on his/her skin and keeps hallucinating that there are bugs crawling on them.
Angel: Muse is and angel for ___
Demon: Muse is a demon for ___
Possession: Muse is possessed by a demon for ___
Broken: Muse is mentally broken and upset with themselves to the point that they harm themselves for ___
Feel free to add more!
` —— livin' in a world so cold; self para.
    He returned to his home after delivering the letter he'd written in a shaky scrawl, half overcome with anger and half with some harrowing sadness he didn't know he was capable of feeling; he'd overreacted, but he couldn't decipher that for himself, his mind couldn't process situations like someone who were--not insane, simply put. With trembling hands, he shut the door behind him and made his way to his 'office', a room clear of furniture save a desk for designing and one for screen printing, crumpled balls of paper strewn across the floor from failed designs prior, most from the ones he'd tried to make for the Nam sisters.Â
    Kicking the papers out of the way, he made his way to his desk and sat down, almost struggling to straighten out his fingers enough to grasp his pencil, but once he did, he placed it to the paper and soon enough realised his mind was far too crowded. All he could hear were Joy's words, it confused him to know they'd normally fail to affect him, but now they'd left him a mess of a man--or, monster, whatever. He couldn't stop recalling the writing of the letter, the delivery or the way he'd felt his stomach churn while executing it. Before Skye knew it, his eyes had watered up and a single tear had betrayed him, spilling over and sliding down his cheek until it landed on his desk. He glanced down in confusion, he'd never cried, at least not after becoming what he was--he could only stare at the tiny puddle of salty liquid. "What?"
    Skye's confusion was soon interrupted, a horrendous rattling coming from deep within his chest, sending him into a fit of coughing; he knew his insides had begun to deteriorate in a way they never used to. He'd always kept on top of his feeding, he'd never had this vague sense of guilt keeping him from it, so all he could do was draw back from his work space as a few droplets of dark blood splattered onto his hand. The taste it left in his mouth was always horrible, enough to send him into a frenzy and then a hunt, but this time it only elicited a weak, shaky sigh. "I can't do this anymore." He murmured to himself, glancing back at his desk. He couldn't focus, he couldn't work, he was being weighed down by an all-consuming sadness. There was part of him that it utterly enraged, the sociopathic side writhed with hatred for these foreign emotions. "I'd be better off just dying."
    He could never have known he'd be able to think, and act on such a thing, but this new weakness his new found friends had chipped into him took him too far. Were he normal, it wouldn't be quite so intense, but alas, rationality was too far from his grasp. He pushed himself up from the chair, fetching a tin bucket from the kitchen. He'd hit such a low that living no longer seemed appealing, like it was a chore, killing and being a monster, his conscience had kicked in. With the bucket in hand, he assumed position on the sofa with the bucket on the floor by his head, the television on some random channel (he wasn't watching it, he just needed sound to drown out his thoughts). A few moments later, he leaned off the edge of the sofa in another coughing fit, hacking up some more dark blood and a small amount of flesh, pleased to know that if he didn't feed, it wouldn't be long before he was gone. Seul and Irene, and Irene's sisters would be better off without him--he was sure of it.
The first person who flashed in mind when the other admitted to eating hearts was of her oppa. Her big brother, who was not a female nor an animal, and the image of him lying dead in a pool of blood of his own blood at the hands of the cannibalistic male made tears sting at her eyes. How could he do that, she wonder. How could he take people’s lives; to kill them for their hearts and then leave them dead in whatever location they were hunted. The image of Clyde being a victim of the male’s cruelty made her feel sick but she showed no signs as green irises caught onto his red ones. She was trained, honed and taught not to bat an eyelash when those who followed her father died in an battle that may come, but when it came to those she called family, she wasn’t about to take the risk of letting someone like him near them.
He might have valued his friendship with her sister but that doesn’t mean that he would have the same sense of loyalty the sisters shared. Irene may have earned his trust and loyalty, and vice versa, but he was still a long ways off of earning hers. She placed her right leg forward and shifted her position down, knees bent, into a defensive stance. With one hand stretched out in front of her, palm facing him with her index and middle fingers straight up and her thumb holding down her ring and pinkie fingers and her other arm at her side, fingers curled into a fist, she sneered. “I won’t take any chances. For all I know, you could have been plotting that from the beginning. Heaven knows what’s going on in that head of yours.”
    "Do you eat meat?" He spoke up after a moment of angered silence; he was many things, insane, a monster, yes, but there was something in coming to know Irene that had instilled values and feelings he hadn't possessed before, and somewhere deep down he felt this stinging ache at the way he was being spoken to. "If so, then you, too, let a life be taken for the same reason I do--you need the protein to survive." He began to roll up his sleeves, stiff fingers making it difficult for him. At this point, he hadn't fed in too long, should she truly attack, his defenses would be weakened. He was essentially dying, and the faint discolouration of his skin beneath his sleeves showed that. It was a milder form of livor mortis, the blueish collection of blood in certain areas, but there was no real scent of death on him, not yet anyway.Â
    "This is the state I've let myself get into." He gestured to the way his fingers curled back into the same position, even when he attempted to straighten them out properly, and towards the marks on his arms. "Something about your sister has me longing for humanity, you know? I wouldn't dare touch her family." He brought his hand up to his mouth, stifling a cough, the rattling in his lungs becoming obvious now. "But if I do not hunt, which for Irene's sake, I would rather not, I will die." He licked his lips, the bluish colour reflecting there too--he was by no means in a good state, not at all, but the driving force behind it was genuinely to strive to stay in Irene's good books, to keep her friendship and what little sense of humanity she brought to him. "And unlike humans, I cannot become 'vegetarian', there is no other option for me. I don't want this life."

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WHY DON'T YOU JUST GET ON SPLASH MOUNTAIN AND JUST NEVER GET OFF, STUART.
IT WAS JUST LUNCH, DON'T GET BANANAHS.
u know who i is fo shizzle
sit yo ass down snoopy d o double g
FOR I AM WHAT YOU'RE DREAMING OF, I AM CARLOS, MAN OF LOVE.
Carlos, man of homo.... Of course you won't mind, I touch your titty?
You're so nice, you're so pretty.
SUCH HOMO, VERY HOMO.
She blinked her eyes a few times before closing them, hiding green irises behind her eyelids. She took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. And then another, before holding her breath. She then straightened up her posture before screaming at the top of her lungs, “YOU’RE A CANNIBAL! STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTERS! AND FROM ME! GO AWAY,” she grew vines at the base of his feet hoping to deter him from his post. “I will not let someone like you around my sisters! Regardless if you eat female’s hearts or not! You’re a danger and I refuse to let you near my family!!”
    The only thing the child's (as dubbed by him) screeching did was very nearly rupture his ear drums, which initially caused him to wince and draw back, but not out of fear. Once the painful ringing subsided, he dropped his hands to his sides, claws in full view out of instinct, in case he had to protect himself. He did not, however, advance, nor did he retreat; for Irene's sake, for the sake of keeping her friendship, he'd vowed never to lay a finger on any of her sisters, even should they attack first. "I'm not a cannibal," he spoke calmly, blood red gaze boring into Joy's very being. "I would not kill unless I had to, Joy, you have to understand this."Â
    His gaze momentarily fell to the vines at his feet, only knocked off balance by them, though not driven away. He simply emitted a growl of frustration, though it wasn't directed at her per se, he understood the Nam sisters were sheltered and very close, so he could easily see where her distress came from. "I genuinely pose no threat to your sisters, especially since I value Irene's friendship so, I would not jeopardize that." He held up his hands as if in surrender, claws retracting easily. "Can't you see that I've no intention of ever bringing danger to your door? Had that been my plan, well, needless to say I'd have already done it."

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seulchi:
Being oblivious about the other deifinition of “liking” someone, she only crossed arms over her chest, lips quirking in a small smile as she hummed. “I do approve on that. You have my blessing.”
He punched the air triumphantly in a rather childish gesture, flashing Seulgi a toothy grin before he let his hands fall by his sides. "Hell yeah. Also, I'd like to be friends with you, too, you know?"
joytu:
"Please don’t eat her!"
"I would never!" He shook his head and waved his hands frantically, frowning. "I don't eat the hearts of women or animals, only men. So Irene is safe!"